The hill at the back of my dad's childhood home separates a modest expanse of grass--a tiny backyard haven where we picked apples from my...

Steam from the cup And snow on the path The seasons have changed From the present to past I knew even before I saw the white feathers,...

We bought it out of necessity, and we loved it for so many reasons. Leaves fell from the trees even as I raked the spent garden in short...

It stood alone, illuminated by the glow of the moon in the early morning hours. The air was crisp, and I knew that my garden days were...

He stands proudly with stiffened shoulders, cheeks puffed as to nearly usurp his smug stone smile. The sparkle in the eyes of this...

He's joyful as he glides like a stunt plane along the cement hills and ramps at the skate park. He's riding a scooter, the...

It must have been an imposter: leggy, medium green, and without fanfare, it grew in great bunches where there had been mint last year. I...

He plotted his escape, because he knew he had to go. Forty years after first reading the beloved story, I am still learning the lessons...

I'm getting better at cracking open the boxes of my hives. I had better be, as beekeeping season is upon us. When I check on my bees, I...

To be so tied to someone that their hurt, disappointment, and fear mix with what's inside of you and become indiscernible: that must be...

I found them at the hour when the dusky sky was most beautiful. There was a small spot of darkness on the mounded snow, just where the...

It was easier when I could just carry them. With both the trusted old purple hiking backpack and my Ergo newborn front carrier strapped...

A shadow flashed across the road ahead of me. As the light changed and I moved through the intersection, there it was: frozen, small...

For thirty years, we stuffed envelopes with photographs of children of various shapes and sizes, bedecked in some sort of holiday cheer...

I got a new bee suit. It's white, with three layers of mesh and a double zipper system to keep me completely covered and to prevent...

I have been fighting the demons for a long time…and I’m not speaking of my children. Deep inside of me I know, even when no one else...

You can’t possibly know the glory of the rose’s bloom while the climber lies in waiting. The thatch and nettle push their way in front of...

“Can I say a bad word?” At least he asked permission. “If you really have to, go in the bathroom and yell it into the toilet,” I offered...

He had spun me from what was left of my childhood, turning me toward the rich path of motherhood by his very existence. I made...